: In the direction of the blood that runs from a fresh cut throat, we run down. From the perspective of a dead man?s eyes staring up at dead men walking
: Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand As it courses through their veins watch them erase Watch them erode writhing in some
: Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm, A degradation sees us subside. Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for become
: At its core insincere, Comes close but not to touch. An obligation to deform. And we were warned and in our own reaction, Tied now to this push. Martyrs
: Innate submission, supplied for attraction, as lines are to form. Only to bury and dilute this all. And as it thickens by the moment until the crest
: It drives us from our path and suffocates as we are gnashing teeth into the arms that press us down. We try to recourse, redirect before we are run
: We have tried lay them to rest we contort and hang them from their tines. Inject these lines with absolution. Constrict and contrive as to derive that
: Wince at thoughts of these half cocked expressions, as these are the sums of our years of warily waking. Tried and true is the waste in investments
: This admiration inspired by the wicked, from the blood of the lonely and their closest closet. Closest outed outrage? Guilt, guided, guilty, guided
: I wish these were the first words that I heard, "Welcome in dear stranger," but the red ran fast of their hands. Slight of hand receive/emit the coarse
: It?s veiled now in our patience It?s kindled in remorse Failed as we have become what we loathe. The unrest is our patience, It?s withered to the
: The faces we have worn adrift the seas of acquaintance. The lies we can't control, smiling as we sink to the bottom. Tongue tied, we retrace the lines
: Goodbye you bastard. Good luck motherfucker. It was out of the water and I wished I had drowned. And it's the greatest mistake. Wounds neatly placed
: Listless and observing. Flicker and await. Is this all that soothes them? Watch in scorn. What's in these words, exchanged without comprehension? It
: It doesn't take these graceful feats to restrain these thirsts, but I am dry of lust and haste and indifference. O' this undying thirst is corrosive
: Air pierced in the lungs in sordid sums of endless tries, Too dire is this to unwrite Sunk in to a breath that dell short with these kindred ties Desire
: Breathless, gasping as the days are swallowed. Rundown and followed by the indecisive. Intact are these staggered letters, haunting. None of them ever
: What can you sacrifice? Without dilution of introspect, integrity and call it all your own. A unique identity. An inane obscenity to formulate a work
